[No, binch. He knows exactly what tears look like, and these are definitely tears. He moves his hand a bit away so he can rub his fingers together. These... are tears.]

No, it... I made you... cry...

[No, no, no. Out of all the times, why now? Why would he make Ryo cry this way? It isn't happiness. He doesn't even know if Ryo would ever even cry from happiness. His hand quivers, and he clenches his jaw. Not like this.

He puts both hands on Ryo's face and uses his thumbs to try gently wiping the wetness away.]

If I tell you something, will you promise not to consider it until there isn't any other option left?